Resent of the Mad

Nate’s hand tightened in his hair, he moved forward to press forehead against his. A thank you went out to the fates for making his train later. But right at this moment, he never wanted to leave. He was home because he was with the man he loved. 

Suddenly Nathan was a teenager again and they were hanging out by the pool. Making out in the water and keeping each other afloat. Just like they had promised. He pressed closer, sliding a hand into his hair to hold on. He needed to keep this. It had been far too long. His other arm wrapped around Dane’s waist, pressing the hand against the small of his back. He knew his body as well as his own and all it’s hot spots. This might not be one of them but it was very close. 

Even though oxygen wasn’t as much of an issue for him, Nate still broke the kiss. He stayed right at his lips, his breathing coming faster than normal. Dane had always that effect on him. 

When Dane kissed him back and he felt the hand on the small of his back the other man let out a gentle sigh and a quiet moan. People were looking and some might not like it but he didn’t care. Let them look. Because all he cared was that some random twist of fate had brought Nathan to him now and he was not one to argue with fate. 

Once the kiss broke Dane’d blue eyes worked to find the other’s own blue gaze. No matter what he had done, no matter what he had seen or who he had been with no blue could ever be as perfect as Nathan’s eyes. They were deep and stormy, like the sky right before lightbing struck on a stormy summer’s day. 

“The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.” he whispered because no hello was good enough… Wilde could always fix that.

Without completely thinking it through, Nathan pulled the man into a hug. And it felt right. Just like it always had. Like coming home after a long day and just seeing the person you love. He had his parents say it. Plus Uncle Rory and Edmund. And right now, he felt it for the first time in years. 

He heard the greeting but he didn’t return it the same. Instead he leaned in to kiss Nathan on the lips like he hadn’t done in years. He didn’t want to do it, oh no, he needed to kiss him. He needed to proove this wasn’t a dream that right before their lips met he wouldn’t wake up and try his hardest to bring him back... No, not this time, this time you’re here and you are mine. 

It didn’t matter how many years that it had been. Dane Ackerman-Hewton would always be recognizable to him. He knew the bo-no man as well as he knew himself. Even across this distance, he knew him. 

Of all the words in the english language, the ones he had written, the ones he used daily... None of them could come close to making him feel like his soul was touched as the name Nathan Grace-Elano.